The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the Whitmore estate did not simply circulate; it hung, heavy and sweet with the scent of rotting leaves and old iron. Elias stood in the center of the formal garden, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar ache in his knuckles. He was a man built for conflict, his shoulders broad enough to block out the gray sky, yet he spent his days tending to things that grew in...

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